Personal Essay: The Responsibility Of A Dog

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Since I was six I always wanted a dog. I'd always ask my dad if we could get a dog, but I was too young to have a responsibility that big. I had to show my dad responsibility like cleaning my room, watering the lawn and getting better grades at school. After a whole year of showing responsibility I asked him if I could get a dog for my birthday and he said yes. I started to look up pictures of dogs on the internet and came across a dog that had his skin so wrinkly it made me love him. I told my dad I wanted a neapolitan mastiff but no knowing what kind of breed it was. When October came around we started to look for a dog and my dad found a neapolitan mastiff on Pennysaver near where my dad worked. We went to go see the puppies the man …show more content…

After a few weeks my dad got the call from the guy to come and pick him up. My dad told us we would all go together and pick him up. I got out of school waiting for my dad to get home, but it felt like an eternity. When my dad pulled up into the driveway I ran out ready to go get him but when I opened the door I saw him in the passenger side seat. He had pooped all of the car and I had picked him up and just started hugging him so hard. I put him down and he was so scared he went under my dad's car. My mom started to take pictures of him and she took a picture of him and I …show more content…

He started to walk in circles for minutes, and I started to worry about why he was doing that, so for a whole week he simply got up and started barking and going in circles for no apparent reason. It was a week before I started college and at night he would start whining for hours for no reason and I would go outside with him and comfort him to until he went to sleep which was usually around 3 in the morning. I took him to the vet with my family and found out he had a brain disease. Our options were to operate on him but that was too expensive and instead we settled for medication, and when we got home I noticed him being able to sleep without any whining, but it all collapsed hours later when at night he started to whine and at that moment I knew I was going to lose a companion who stuck by my side my whole life. It was a friday three days before he turned ten years old. When I woke up I sat outside petting him and listening to music enjoying the last moment with him. My mom and dad got off work early to go take him the vet. The nurses their walked us into a room waiting for the doctor to come in and put him down. We waited there for an hour and in that hour he seem to start coming to us individually and putting his head on our laps. It felt like he was saying his goodbyes by separately walking to us. After he said his goodbyes the doctor came in and started to put him down, and at

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